28: A Griddle Big as the Sky

Declaring the existence of something is a way to make me finish them. Here’s a chunk from the Giant Unnamed Fiction Project.

Weirder, Liberty could see Monterey’s face. Not much. But more than he had all night. A pallid glow from the east outlined Monterey’s angular chin and sharp nose. Distinct shadows filled his deep-set eyes.

A blotch of light marred the eastern sky.

Curiosity tugged Liberty to his feet.

The blotch cast a halo of shooting stars, radiating in all directions.

“Do you hear that...